Once she was done, Baba Yaga felt the need to sit down and drink something strong. She gulped the first two glasses of Red Dragon like it was water, starting to sip at the third.
Only then did she regain enough of her cool to speak without throwing a tantrum.
"Gods, I hate you so much." She said while inhaling sharply and holding her temples. "I spent millennia trying and failing to achieve what it took you a single night of passion to make."
"I'm very sorry. Now, if we are done coddling your ego, is the baby fine or not?" Lith asked and Kamila nodded, holding their hands tight.
"Fine?" Baba Yaga echoed, looking at him like he was insane. "Can you believe it? The jackass dared ask if she's fine with you standing there right by his side!"
Tyris just shrugged, showing no sign of whatever made the white cored Awakened upset.
